Chapter 39

ADVENTURE XXXIX

How Gunther And Hagen And Kriemhild Were Slain.

Then Sir Dietrich fetched himself his coat of mail, and Master
Hildebrand helped him arm. The mighty man made wail so sore,
that the whole house resounded with his voice. But then he
gained again a real hero's mood. The good knight was now armed
and grim of mind; a stout shield he hung upon his arm. Thus he
and Master Hildebrand went boldly hence.

Then spake Hagen of Troneg: "Yonder I see Sir Dietrich coming
hither; he would fain encounter us, after the great sorrow, that
hath here befallen him. To-day we shall see, to whom one must
give the palm. however strong of body and grim of mood the lord
of Berne thinketh him to be, right well dare I match him," so
spake Hagen, "an' he will avenge on us that which hath been done
him."

Dietrich and Hildebrand heard this speech, for Hagen came to
where he found the champion stand before the house, leaning
against the wall. Dietrich set his good shield upon the ground,
and spake in grievous dole: "Gunther, mighty king, why have ye so
acted against me, banished man? What have I done to you? I
stand alone, bereft of all my comfort. Ye thought it not enow of
bitter need, when ye did kill Knight Rudeger, our friend. Now ye
have robbed me of all my men. Forsooth I never had wrought you
heroes sorrow such as this. Think on yourselves and on your
wrongs. Doth not the death of your kinsmen and all the hardship
grieve the minds of you good knights? Alas, what great dole
Rudeger's death doth give me! Never in all the world hath more
of sorrow happed to any man. Ye thought but little on me and on
your pain. Whatsoever joy I had, that lieth slain by you.
Certes, I never can bewail my kin enow."

"Forsooth we be not so guilty," answered Hagen. "Your warriors
came to this hall in a large band, armed with care. Methinks the
tale hath not been told you rightly."

"What else should I believe? Hildebrand told me, that when my
knights from the Amelung land asked that ye should give up
Rudeger's corse from out the hall, ye did naught but mock the
valiant heroes from above the steps."

Then spake the king from the Rhine: "They said, that they would
fain bear Rudeger hence, and I bade this be denied them to vex
King Etzel, and not thy men, until then Wolfhart began to rail
about it."

Then the hero of Berne made answer: "Fate would have it so.
Gunther, most noble king, now through thy courtesie requite me of
the wrongs, that have happed to me from thee, and make such
amends, brave knight, that I may give thee credit for the deed.
Give thyself and thy men to me as hostages, and I will guard you,
as best I may, that none here do thee aught among the Huns. Thou
shalt find me naught but good and true."

"Now God forbid," quoth Hagen, "that two knights give themselves
up to thee, that still do stand opposed to thee so doughtily and
walk so unfettered before their foes."

"Gunther and Hagen, ye should not deny me this," spake Dietrich.
"Ye have grieved my heart and mind so sore, that it were but
right, and ye would requite me. I give you my hand and troth as
pledge, that I will ride with you, home to your land. I'll lead
you in all honor, or else lie dead, and for your sakes I will
forget my grievous wrongs."

"Crave this no longer," answered Hagen. "'Twere fitting, that
the tale be told of us, that two men so brave had given
themselves up to you. We see none standing by you, save
Hildebrand alone."

Then up spake Master Hildebrand: "God wot, Sir Hagen, the hour
will come, when ye will gladly take the peace, if so be any offer
to keep it with you. Ye might well content you with the truce my
lord doth offer."

"Forsooth I'd take the truce," quoth Hagen, "or ever I'd flee
from out a hall so shamefully as ye did, Master Hildebrand. I
weened, ye could stand better against a foe."

To this Hildebrand made answer: "Why twit ye me with that? Who
was it sate upon a shield hard by the Waskstone, (1) when Walter
of Spain slew so many of his kin? Ye, too, have faults enow of
your own to show."

"Certes, none doth deny," Knight Hagen spake, "that I will essay
it here with mighty blows, unless be, that the sword of Nibelung
break in my hand. Wroth am I, that we twain have here been
craved as hostages."

When Dietrich noted Hagen's raging mood, quickly the doughty
knight and good snatched up his shield. How swiftly Hagen sprang
toward him from the steps! Loudly the good sword of Nibelung
rang on Dietrich's head. Then wist Dietrich well, that the bold
knight was grim of mood. The lord of Berne gan guard him against
the fearful blows, for well he knew Hagen, the stately knight.
Balmung he also feared, a weapon stout enow. Dietrich returned
the blows at times in cunning wise, until at last he conquered
Hagen in the strife. A wound he dealt him, the which was deep
and long. Then Lord Dietrich thought him: "Thou art worn out
with strife; little honor shall I have, and thou liest dead
before me. I will try, if perchance I can force thee to be my
hostage."

This he wrought with danger. His shield he let fall, great was
his strength, and clasped Hagen of Troneg in his arms. Thus the
brave knight was overcome by Dietrich. Noble Gunther gan wail
thereat. Dietrich now bound Hagen and led him to where he found
the highborn queen; into her hand he gave the bravest warrior
that ever bare a sword. Then merry enow she grew after her great
dole. For very joy King Etzel's wife bowed low before the
knight. "May thy heart and body be ever blest. Thou hast well
requited me of all my woes. For this will I ever serve thee,
unless be, that death doth hinder me therefrom."

Then spake Lord Dietrich: "Pray let him live, most noble queen.
And if this still may be, how well will I requite you of that
which he hath done you! Let him not suffer, because ye see him
stand here bound."

She bade Hagen then be led away to duress, where he lay locked
in and where none did see him. Gunther, the high-born king,
began to call: "Whither went the knight of Berne? He hath done
me wrong."

At this Lord Dietrich went to meet him. Gunther's might was
worthy of praise; no more he bided, but ran outside the hall, and
from the clashing of the swords of the twain a mighty din arose.
However much and long Lord Dietrich's prowess had been praised,
yet Gunther was so sorely angered and enraged, for because of the
grievous dole, he was his deadly foe, that men still tell it as a
wonder, that Sir Dietrich did not fall. Great were both their
prowess and their strength. The palace and the towers resounded
with the blows, when with the swords they hewed at the sturdy
helmets. King Gunther was of lordly mood, but the knight of
Berne overcame him, as happed to Hagen afore. The hero's blood
was seen to ooze through the armor rings, drawn forth by a
keen-edged sword, the which Sir Dietrich bare. Though weary, Sir
Gunther had guarded him most valiantly. The lord was now bound
by Dietrich's hands. Though kings should not endure such bonds,
yet Dietrich thought, if he set free the king and his liegeman,
that all they met must needs fall dead at their hands.

Dietrich of Berne now took him by the hand and led him bound to
where he found Kriemhild. At sight of his sorrow much of her
fear took flight. She spake: "Welcome, Gunther, from the
Burgundian land."

Quoth he: "I would bow before you, dear sister mine, if your
greetings were but kinder. I know you, queen, to be so wroth of
mood that ye do give me and Hagen meagre greetings."

Up spake the knight of Berne: "Most noble queen, never were such
good knights made hostages, as I have given you in them, exalted
lady. For my sake, I pray you, spare these homeless men."

She vowed she'd do it gladly. Then Sir Dietrich left the
worshipful knights with weeping eyes. Later Etzel's wife avenged
her grimly; she took the life of both the chosen heroes. To make
their duress worse she let them lie apart, so that neither saw
the other, till she bare her brother's head to Hagen.
Kriemhild's vengeance on both was great enow.

Then the queen went to Hagen. In what right hostile wise she
spake to the knight: "If ye will give me back what ye have taken
from me, then ye may still go home alive to Burgundy."

Grim Hagen answered: "Thou dost waste thy words, most noble
queen. Forsooth I have sworn an oath, that I would not show the
hoard, the while and any of my lords still live; so I shall give
it to none."

"I'll make an end of this," quoth the high-born wife. Then she
bade her brother's life be taken. His head they struck off, and
by the hair she bare it to the knight of Troneg. Loth enow it
was to him. When sad of mind the warrior gazed upon his master's
head, he spake to Kriemhild: "Thou hast brought it to an end
after thy will, and it hath happed, as I had thought me. The
noble king of Burgundy now lieth dead, and Giselher, the youth,
and Sir Gernot, too. None knoweth of the treasure now save God
and me, and it shall ever be hid from thee, thou fiend."

Quoth she: "Ye have requited me full ill, so I will keep the
sword of Siegfried, the which my sweetheart bare, when last I saw
him, in whom dole of heart hath happed to me through you."

From the sheath she drew it, nor could he hinder her a whit. She
planned to rob the knight of life. With her hands she raised it
and struck off his head. This King Etzel saw, and sore enow it
rued him. "Alack!" cried the lording, "how lieth now dead at a
woman's hands the very best of knights, that ever came to battle
or bare a shield! However much I was his foe, yet it doth grieve
me sorely."

Then spake old Hildebrand: "Forsooth it shall not boot her aught,
that she durst slay him. Whatso hap to me, and however much it
may bring me to a dangerous pass, yet will I avenge bold Troneg's
death."

Hildebrand sprang in wrath towards Kriemhild. For fear of him
she suffered pain; but what might it avail her, that she shrieked
so frightfully? He dealt the queen a grievous sword-blow, the
which did cut the high-born dame in twain. Now all lay low in
death whom fate had doomed. Dietrich and Etzel then began to
weep; sorely they mourned both kin and liegemen. Their mickle
honors lay there low in death; the courtiers all had grief and
drearihead. The king's high feast had ended now in woe, as joy
doth ever end in sorrow at the last. I cannot tell you, that
which happed thereafter, save that knights and ladies and noble
squires were seen to weep for the death of loving kinsmen. The
tale hath here an end. This is the Nibelungs' fall. (2) (3)

ENDNOTES:

(1) "Waskstone", see Adventure XXXV, note 2.

(2) "Fall". The word "not", translated here "fall", means
really 'disaster', but as this word is not in keeping with
the style, "fall" has been chosen as preferable to 'need',
used by some translators. The MS. C has here "liet" instead
of "not" of A and B.

(3) The "Nibelungenlied" is continued by the so-called "Klage",
a poem written in short rhyming couplets. As the name
indicates, it describes the lamentations of the survivors
over the dead. The praises of each warrior are sung and a
messenger dispatched to acquaint Gorelind, Uta, and Brunhild
with the sad end of their kinsmen. It closes with
Dietrich's departure from Etzel's court and his return home.
Although in one sense a continuation of our poem, the
"Klage" is an independent work of no great merit, being
excessively tedious with its constant repetitions. A
reprint and a full account of it will be found in Piper's
edition of our poem, vol. I.